…instead, I’m the Slave.
The old, prideful me would scoff at this idea. “I am the King of my own Life, the Master of my Domain. I am in control of my own destiny, nobody else is.”
Oh, the hubris!
The castle’s crumbled and you’re left with just a name. Where’s your crown, King Nothing?
Metallica, “King Nothing”
I have always thought that somewhere inside my mind is a sovereign being, dictating my thoughts, emotions and perceptions according to my will; this sovereign being directly and completely under my control.
A foolish thought. The best I could ever do is not to control my inhibitions, only to pause them.
